G I R L A N A C H R O N I S M
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Experts speculate that by the time we are three years old, hippocampus, a portion of the brain that stores memories, has adequately matured to record our first palpable emotions. Coincidentally, that is the age I learned about death. This provoked a series of anxiety attacks that haunted me through adulthood. By fourteen, I unveiled a powerful remedy that relieved all distress: alcohol! I self-medicated for years before finding sobriety, therapy, and a healthy lifestyle that demanded I deal with the underlining cause of my psychological malady –my fear of dying.
In this theatrical satirist series of self-portraits, I attempt to convey the agonizing physical and psychosomatic episodes I endured. I utilize digital techniques and hand-built installations to place myself in absurd realms manifested from the irrational hallucinations caused by my trauma.
Today my psychological prognosis is no longer compromised. And define these abstract fantasy tableaux of neurosis and emotions of angst as cathartic that at the time, provided therapeutic neurological relief.
